JENNINGS ASKS QUESTIONS


"Will you play, Lord Caranby?" asked Maraquito, when the
introduction had been accomplished.

"Pardon me, not at present: in a little time," said the old
nobleman, with a polite bow and his eyes on the beautiful
face.

"As you like," she answered carelessly; "everyone who comes
here does just as he pleases. Is your nephew coming?"

"I fear not. He is unwell."

Maraquito started. "Unwell. Nothing serious, I hope?"

"A slight cold."

"Ah! Everyone has colds just now. Well, Lord Caranby, I hope
to have a conversation with you later when someone else takes
the bank."

Caranby bowed and moved away slowly, leaning on his cane.
Jennings, who was beside him, threw a glance over his shoulder
at Senora Gredos.

Maraquito's face was pale, and there was a frightened look in
her eyes. Catching Jennings' inquisitive look she frowned and
again addressed herself to the game. Wondering why Lord